The Daily Prophet was causing an uproar in the castle, the breakfast was filled with shouting and disbelief. Trish snatched one of the papers and read into it until she froze. Then she pushed the paper into his chest with a serious expression. On the front page was the picture of a Nobody. Shit.
/ATTACK AT DIAGON ALLEY!
By Rita Skeeter
Readers, yesterday evening a horrible event took place at London's very own Diagon Alley. These horrible creatures of unknown origin, most likely a creation of dark magic, raged upon the unsuspecting people of the alley. Muggles to had carnage dealt to them, in total, 46 wizards and witches died, 7 Goblins who came to protect the bank where the last of the battle was held, and 34 muggles on the streets outside the alley died before the aurors and Goblin warriors managed to corral these creatures into a cage that barely holds up at the moment. Witnesses describe the attack as, 'sudden, coming upon them at speeds not seen before. The carnage dealt seems almost demonic.'
This has made for the Ministry to turn their attention to the many Demonology experts currently in Britain teaching specialty sessions at Hogwarts this very month. One of which has been teaching at Hogwarts since the first term began. He is described as 'initially an uncultured yank, but surprisingly well mannered, well educated, and powerful. His knowledge is unparalleled by any except maybe this twin brother he mentions in passing' as was the statement made by Headmaster Dumbledore at the last Wizengamot meeting last week, when prompting from High Inquisitor of Hogwarts Delores Jane Umbridge caused the white haired man to be called into question. His picture and information about him are on page two.
From his experience, we hope to gain knowledge on these odd looking felons. To the victims, rest in peace. To the families, the condolences of many go out to you this sad morning. Head of the DMLE Amelia Bones had this to say 'To those who doubt greater evils exist, we just witnessed demons in their true form attack a place we believed entirely safe ever since the first fall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We must turn to expert Anthony Redgrave, we look to contact him sometime within the next day to rid us of these abominations.'
It could not be better said. Good thing the Class S Devil Hunting license the man hols indicates just how experienced he is. This reporter learned the man is in the process of writing a book on what he knows. Hopefully we will never be blindsided by an attack like this again./
Dante shook his head, Nobodys were dangerous, and no doubt they'd felt the magic weakening before it could even touch the fuckers. He wonders how they corralled the beasts, seeing as they were absolute nightmares Mundus fucked with. Dante turned to Dumbledore. "I do in fact know what these fuckers are. They are called Nobodys, and we need to get to the ministry and eliminate them now. Those fuckers, their dance drains magical power from the air, the cage weakening is because of their ability as living toxins to draw energy from outside sources." Dante warned, snatching up Rebellion.
Trish picked up Nightmare-Y, and Lady picked up the Kalina Ann. Nero snatched up Red Queen, looking like he wanted to Rev the handle. Dumbledore directed them to the floo, where Dante said there was no time to explain and that their weapons needed to go through urgently. Screams rent the air. Fools. "THEY GOT OUT! THEY GOT OUT! ALL AURORS TO THE MAIN COURTROOM NOW!" A voice ordered over some kind of magical intercom.
Dante and Nero raced ahead while the two women started to do crowd control, the two devil descendants reached the room court members were fleeing from and saw a Nobody grab an auror and bash him against the floor, an eyeball ready to drop on the man. Acting quick, Nero drew Blue Rose and shot the Nobody in the mask, the thing dropped the auror who scrambled away before the eyeball could drop, letting him escape injured but alive. Swords and guns drawn, the two leapt into action, slicing and shooting the creatures. Taking out the green masks so they couldn't deal damage to the fleeing wizards and witches.
Fudge hid behind his podium, which exploded when a Nobody died beside it, the man was thrown into a wall and cowered while Amelia Bones took up vigil in front of him, wand held high. "Cast slicing hexes and keep your distance!" Dante ordered, slicing through the head of another Nobody, Nero caught a mask and the Nobody decided to increase its size. The teen cursed up a storm and spun back around to shoot the thing repeatedly in the bare face. Some fleeing ones were slashed down by the aurors. When the battle was over, the courtroom looked like landmines had gone off in it. The eyeballs being hit by confringo caused that, the idiots.
"What were those things!?" Demanded Fudge, looking very...wet down there.
The smell made the two hunters wrinkle their noses momentarily. "Those, Minister Fuck-it-up, were Nobodys. Creations of Mundus, the currently sealed Demon Emperor, who are pretty much living toxins and pains in the ass. Seems you have casualties to consider, we are going back to the school, and you be glad the book is it its final editing stage. I expect that everyone will be wanting a copy in the next day or two." Dante muttered to him, turning around.
Nero shot an eyeball that came rolling out from under the broken podium at him. Sighing, the damn homing thing those things do could end up being a huge problem in the future. So be it. "Anthony Redgrave, is there possibility any more of these things will return?" Amelia Bones called after him.
"There is, and more. First the Marionettes and Sins at Hogsmeade, now Nobodys at Diagon Alley. I'm half expecting Blades and Frosts to pop up next." Dante confirmed.
"Any ideas why there is an increase in demonic activity here in Britain?"
"Dark Magic, Black Arts, are being used more steadily. My guess is, this Moldy-shorts dude you all seem to forget the name of has...contacts in low places." Nero answered, flicking his sword of blood and putting it on his back.
"Any way to prevent them from coming?"
"Find the gate they are using and shut it down, something we can do if you find the gate. As of right now, it could be anywhere. And we have more important things to be doing at the moment, like preparing those kids for the war zone they'll be returning from Hogwarts to." Dante shoved her hand off, furious that another seal had cracked.
Had his dad's work been so unappreciated by these damn mortals all they seem to want to do is break it all apart? Nero shot an understanding glance at his Uncle, the two left to rejoin Lady and Trish. Who complained about missing all the fun, but agreed someone was deliberately bringing the things here since demons usually avoided magical areas. In America, the place was pure sin, and the place many small gates naturally opened due to the natural wild magic. It was normal to see the abundance of demons around the country wrought with sin. But Britain, in a place most of the daily people are celibate nuns almost? With enough power to knock out small fry easily? No, this was deliberate. He best finish that book as soon as he gets back. Everything else could wait, he couldn't just be at ease like in America, where demons were common place and easy to deal with. These were strategic attacks placed in busy times with a group of demons. Like another plot for power was going on. But was it Sparda's power this time?
These idiots were going to meet their deaths if they continued to antagonize his uncle. That Rita Skeeter woman smells of horrid perfume, even Harry's dull, developing sense of smell picked up on it and the kid fled as soon as he placed who exactly was heading down the hall, Nevan gliding after him with a disgusted look down the corridor Skeeter had approached from.
He was getting a headache as the woman tried to get words out of his working uncle, until finally his temper snapped at having his picture taken, again. Ivory snapped out, blasting the infernal camera apart, he then took the pair of annoyances by the throats with a burning fury. "If you two could wait, this book, which will save lives with what it contains, is more important than you getting a fucking story. Nero, get that parchment and quill and feed them to Ifrit." Dante ordered.
For once, not being Rebellious, the teen snatched the two infernal objects from the air and held them up to the fiery Devil Arm, who immediately engulfed them in flames. "Get. Out." Nero managed to get out, the pair fled.
Dante let out a relieved sigh, and Harry wandered back in with the rest of the group. Full fledged hunters and apprentices alike. "It's done, I think." Dante interrupted an hour later, the poker game going on stopped.
Nevan, having been leaning over Harry's shoulder whispering advice, looked at him expectantly. Poseidon, having been doing the same with Theo, took a chair and pulled it up to the table. Dante set the bound bundle of papers down on the table, it looked hefty, but that was just because of how much was really necessary to know for just basic protection. Dante kicked his feet up on his desk at set a magazine over his face, going to sleep. Nevan grabbed a blanket from the office she often set around Harry and put it over Dante. "Your father got like this to, Dante. Days where he was so weary with the conquering we committed daily, he'd just set back and doze. I wonder if you shall become like this in time, Nero." Nevan pondered, walking back towards Harry and taking a seat he pulled up for her.
"Dante got the book perfect, really. Now to just design the cover." Lady spoke.
"Yeah, we should do that for him, make it easier on him to just submit the book. I'll make a few copies, that way he doesn't risk losing all of his work due to those incompetent fools of the ministry." Trish suggested.
A quick wave of wands and a few copies sat on the tables, anchored with stones carved with a preservation rune on the binding. Each was then wrapped up in a hard black and red cover with a Gothic aesthetic. "What is the book going to be called?" Blaise asked, flipping through a copy with interest.
They all froze. "Demonology for Idiots?" Harry joked.
"Sounds like a wizard title for sure. Why not Enemy Files?" Nico suggested.
"Ah, we did those for fun a few years back, they are tiny and sarcastic really, actually they included in here under the extra columns of each enemy, called Enemy Files, and then the year listed from the first encounter with them, and who wrote it." Lady huffed, a smile on her face.
"It will have no title, just let it be known as THE book on demonology. Only thing on the cover will be my name." Dante interrupted.
They all stopped talking, it sounded right. A purely black and red book, no title, just an author. Trish decided to personally deliver the book to the publishers, she'd specify his orders. Dante thought to himself, that it would probably be known as the Sparda Journals eventually, since he wrote it in journal form then added in extras. It really is just a journal is one thinks about it. It even had excepts from their actual journals and diaries.
The next morning, everyone was waiting for the Prophet, which announced the production of the unnamed book, and that it would be in stock within a few days. Students held their breaths in his class that evening, he looked serious. "When those books come out, I expect each of you to get a copy. They'll be the textbook of sorts. This month's focus is the History of the Underworld, but for now, we'll focus on recent history. Starting with a legend that many demons spit upon. The Legend of the Dark Knight Sparda."
"A devil who turned against his own people?"
"Yeah, a powerful one to. Sealed the gates between the worlds with the katana that Nero kid brought out to show, what was it called again?"
"The Yamato?"
"Yeah! That one!"
"It seems kind of unbelievable. You really sure this is true? That Professor Redgrave isn't lying?"
"He said he knew the devil before Mundus killed him, why do you think they have those swords? And Sparda's guns lie upon Professor Redgrave's belt as we speak, they seem old in model, he's probably telling the truth."
"Whatever, I just can't wait until that book reaches us. I wonder what is inside it!"
"Probably half-assed descriptions, poorly done pictures, and mostly sarcasm. I mean, the Professor didn't even want to write the book!"
"Then why spend so much time on it?"
...
Silence reined over the Ravenclaw students that had been gossiping. Dante entered at that very moment, not wearing his red jacket for once. He looked aggravated and stressed, an oddity. As he passed they caught the words 'Ministry Idiots'. "Welcome back, Anthony. Where are your companions?" Dumbledore asked.
"On jobs, another attack occurred, just Sargasso. They stuck behind for clean up." Dante sighed, not even bothering to argue with the sack of bones.
Plus, he'd read about the quick fight in the prophet the next day. "Sargasso?" Sprout piped up.
"Pick up the damn book tomorrow. And read it." Dante responded.
"So it is officially in shelves tomorrow then? Goody. I quite look forward to it." Flitwick squeaked, bringing a smile to Dante's face.
He was enjoying his occasional talks with the half-goblin. Seeing as the man had helped him figure out which spells would be most effective against certain types of demons. They engaged in discussion, leaving the rest of the hall to talk.
"Sargasso, that is an odd name." A certain bushy haired witch commented.
"Yeah, well, when has that dark bastard ever named something right? Or done something that benefits the light?" Ronald Weasley muttered.
Beside them, a certain pair of twins scowled. "Well brother, I think these two will have a rude awakening tomorrow?"
"Yes brother, most definitely. I think we should get our fellow teenagers in on it."
"Why, Fred, you mean Nero, Kyrie, and Nico?"
"Yes George, come now, we shall wait by their chambers."
"Perhaps Harry can just pitch in a word for us? He has been friendly with us as usual."
"Yes, perhaps he could George. Come now, to Hedwig."
"Yes, our little feathered friend is quite loyal to Harry, now isn't she Fred?"
Dante wanted a beer. Badly. And to break something even more. All the Devil Arms were sleeping, his apprentices fell into their beds after their fight with the Sargasso, draining, but good experience. Nero and Kyrie snuggled up on the couch, Lady and Trish went out to smuggle alcohol into the castle. Hedwig had flown past carrying a letter into the boys' rooms, Harry's specifically, must be an urgent message Harry will have to see in the morning. Or maybe Hedwig was just using the excuse to snuggle up to her bonded master.
The familiar was endearingly loyal to Harry, it made Dante wistful. If only his brother and him had stayed close as they were as kids. But Mundus tore everything apart, wrecked any chance of his family being whole ever again. It sucked, but it was something he'd drowned with alcohol before. He could do it again. Not like he could get alcohol poisoning as a half devil anyways. Or drunk, really, it took a lot to get him buzzed let alone sloshed.
He shook his head, he best keep his self destructive tendencies to himself. He was better than that, the Great Dante. Devil Hunter, Half-Devil son of Sparda. Ah, sounded stuck up. Yeah, he could admit he had an ego that could go for miles, but he hated pompous titles. He was just Dante, son of Sparda. To him and his pseudo family of sorts, it sounded normal.
His gaze landed on the picture of his mother, which he gently picked up. "Wonder how you and dad would react to knowing Verge had a kid at 15. Hah, he always seemed to serious, stuck up. To have a one night stand just to lose his virginity, ah the hilarity. But you know, mom, your grandson really ain't a bad kid. Now that Mundus is sealed, for good this time, hopefully, Nero and Kyrie can stay together as best they can try. I'll make sure I die before any harm comes to them or any kids they might have. Man, to have Great Nephews and Nieces, wonder what that would feel like." Dante muttered fondly.
He set the photo down before old memories could come back to him. Of him and Vergil sparring and horsing around, getting scolded. That night...
He shook it off, alcohol would soon be here. Then he could at least get a light warm feeling and get some peaceful sleep. If there was one thing alcohol could easily accomplish for him, it was letting him sleep without memories popping up to haunt him like nightmares do the wizards and witches who recently witnessed the calamity demons brought with their very presence.
Trish and Lady returned carrying the good, heavy stuff, Muggle stuff. He took a beer after saying thanks and cracked it open. The rich liquid burned slightly against his throat in just the right way. Though he wasn't warm yet, he knew that it would take a few more out of the case for that. "Alcoholism, if you look in the dictionary a picture of Dante resides below the word." Lady joked, her and Trish had opened a wine bottle.
"And accompanying me would be you two, but with wine." Dante rebuked, the two blushed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the fire crackled. "Funny, back in Capulet town, we wouldn't need a fire this time of year. Just a bit of warmth from blankets." Dante muttered, the gathering ash made him turn away, not wanting to remember the many times places had been burned.
Like that one town...with the man who found the truth of why that low devil had burnt his town to the ground. That's when he started going by Anthony, after that, he wandered with the death of his mother, believing his brother gone as well, fresh on his mind. Only thing he had with him, had been Rebellion, and the picture he currently had on his desk of his mother. Now though, well...he's come far but it still doesn't feel exactly right. Gods, why was he all whiny now? He was spending too much time around hormonal brats, their own emotions were evidently affecting his own mental state.
He ended up drinking most of the case before passing out at his desk.
Blaise was making his way through Dante's newly published book as most were, the fact it was nameless had caught people's attention. So they started calling it by a nickname, the Redgrave Compendium, seeing as it was written by the man in a first hand way, yet informative. Dante himself seemed bored, marking some assignments that had been assigned as a review of what they'd covered so far in theory earlier, when he caught him walking from the hall. Lady and Trish were set to leave in a few days, the team needed to head back to America and take out the regular small fry again. They did solo and partner work, which led to Dante stating it was normal to do team ups. In the Capulet branch, it was Dante, Trish, and Lady. In the Fortuna branch, it was Nero, Nico, and Kyrie. Perhaps in the future, a London branch would exist with himself and his fellow apprentices as the resident devil hunters. But Dante said that would be quite a few years off, since they hadn't had lots of experience or situations which forced them to gain experience quickly like the rest of them had.
The Weasley Twins had reconnected with Harry, and began to converse freely with Nico. The pranksters turned out to be very adept with experimenting and mechanics, so she'd started teaching them. Luna Lovegood had reached out as a seer and healer to Kyrie, and the two began to speak on medicine, so in the future, perhaps that London branch would be expansive. It helped that with access to magic freely now, floo connections could be established and the Devil Hunters could move freely between the existing branches.
Heck, Nico had even begun developing a mobile outlet in case of on road emergency. Lady and Trish considered taking on apprentices, but seeing as no parents wanted their little girls to go off and hunt, they instead reached out to the students to see who was interested. Daphne Greengrass had reached out, willing to learn. So at the moment, heated letters were going between the girl, her parents, and the devil hunters. For now, it seemed like every weekend one of the women would come and teach Daphne at the school, and during the upcoming summer, Daphne would spend most of it in Capulet town.
Dumbledore did glare at any person with connections to Devil May Cry now. An extension of his hatred for Dante no doubt. The half-devil was increasingly forceful in trying to get the man to admit his faults and sort his sins before his body gave out. It was evident he wasn't going to last more than a year or two, he was fading. Dante did not bother to hide his happiness at that fact when he gave the four of them beers to try, Daphne got wine, and the full fledged Devil Hunters plus Healer took their favored drinks when McGonagall announced two nights before that the Headmaster had a terminal illness.
With that announcement, however, came a Death Eater raid on Diagon Alley. So soon after the attack of the Nobodys it took everyone by storm, and because they announced clearly that their lord was aiming for Dumbledore's throat next, the castle and Hogsmeade village had been on high guard. Aurors patrolled the halls, and no doubt they were all over the village as well. He couldn't wait until the end of the day came, today Dante would be going over the events that happened in America when he was 15 with Temen-Ni-Gru, which was gone over in the book as well. The Gothic structure had many rooms and halls drawn in detail upon the pages, straight from Anthony's memories. Then tomorrow he'd start on the Order of the Sword and Fortuna. It was looking to be a great day, before Umbridge came in and ordered all students and staff be in the hall within ten minutes. Effective immediately. Seats were taken hastily, and Dante looked up from his marking with annoyance.
"The Minister has declared that Hogwarts will be under an entire review and remake within a week, starting with the arrest of Albus Dumbledore!" She declared, Aurors poured into the hall and surrounded the old man.
He merely smirked and called Fawkes, Dante tried to tackle the man but him and his damn flaming bird escaped before Dante could get a good grip on the bastard's robes. The white haired man was practically growling, he'd wanted the man dealt with, what a missed opportunity. "Now, many new rules will be implemented now that I have been selected as the new Headmistress. First off, any and all existing clubs are now suspended while they undergo review, second, quidditch season is now entirely cancelled. The curfew is now sharpened to nine in the evening, not ten, and mudbloods are to remain in the dorms until further notice. Purebloods are required to attend all classes, while halfbloods are to be pushed to the back of classes and not given any form of focused teaching until further notice. The only times restrictions are to be receded is meal times and the Demonology class. Dismissed." Umbridge announced.
Everyone was in an uproar, Dante stalked forward before Umbridge held up a paper that he reluctantly took. His eyes widened. "Watch your steps Redgrave, or I'll have you and your apprentices jailed." She threatened, and swept from the hall.
I walked over to Dante and took the paper from his hands, it was a warrant stating that if anyone holding a Devil Hunter license within Hogwarts, currently under employ or as a student, was to resist the will of Headmistress Delores Jane Umbridge, they were to be jailed in Azkaban for a minimum of one week, and spend a further five days in a ministry holding cell. Harry took the paper next, followed by Theo and Draco.
Umbridge came back into the hall. "Oh, and Professor Redgrave?"
"What?"
"Is that any way to respond to your employer?"
Dante sighed. "Technically, the one who signed me on was Dumbledore, but what do you need, Headmistress Umbridge?" He bit out.
"It seems we will need to go over that contract and...discuss it in order to determine your continued employment at Hogwarts. If your demonic slaves roam around without a leash, they shall be confiscated and experimented on, while your ability to come to Britain will be suspended until our scientists are done with your...toys." Umbridge announced, Dante immediately rushed out after a few Unspeakables who rushed off to find the weapons and see if any were...up for grabs.
Theo remembered Poseidon was still curled up in a little fish form in a semi-large tank at the moment in their dorm, and slipped out in order to ensure he wasn't spotted. "As for you fou-where did number four go? Whatever, your little group under the American is restricted as well, you are all to stay in the same rooms from now on, and your...weapons...are to be locked up in the American's office during school hours. You are dismissed now."
The three boys gritted their teeth. "Yes, Headmistress Umbridge."
Then they walked out of the hall, her smug look grating on Harry's nerves like no other. Now he had to be extra careful of when he and Nevan spoke. They rushed out to find Theo and Dante and tell them the new development. They arrived to see Dante lecturing an Unspeakable that tried to take Cerberus from the wall without his permission, since the Devil Arm was currently acting with his master's will, the anger Dante felt was too felt by Cerberus, and he would lash out at the causes should they get near enough. Most of the Devil Arms on the wall vibrated with that statement, the few extremely sentient ones let their elements out a bit, fire and ice, electricity. The group of scientists fled, Theo came out of the dorm looking relieved, Poseidon looking over his shoulder, before fading through his gate when Umbridge came around the corner.
Dante and her glared at each other, before Umbridge ordered he hand over the weapon that gave the Unspeakable frostbite. Dante responded that Cerberus would continue to lash out at any who tried to take the former Guard Dog of Temen-Ni-Gru from his perch at the moment. He was only acting to guard Dante and his fellow Devil Arms. Once a guard dog, always a guard dog. It was that simple. The ice that crept around the walls and the colder feeling in the room grew as Umbridge threatened Dante with jail time. Dante retorted with the fact none of them had been roaming, and the scientist had acted without thinking of the dangers of touching a weapon of demonic origin. If they had read the book they'd already know about the nature of Devil Arms and how they came to be.
Umbridge responded that no one was going to read that trash, as she had ordered production and distribution be put on hold. Dante then brought out his demonic aura, the woman froze at what she thought was a very heavy magical aura pressing down on her. "Leave, so that classes may begin again. I currently have a seventh year class coming in and my apprentices need to be getting to Transfiguration." Dante growled, the woman and the ministry lackeys fled, leaving the students to rush around and flee for their class together, since they filled Theo in on Umbridge's ridiculous rules.
Of course, McGonagall was furious that the new blood students were being confined, and the students weren't doing much better. Seamus looked at the spot Dean usually occupied, dissapointed. Ronald scowled, his girlfriend not being beside him evidently pissed him off. The others weren't doing much better, missing friends or valued classmates. It was no secret now that things would just snowball from here.
Dante's new bad mood lasted far into the month, where he worked all students to the bones to prepare them for what would come, while also ensuring that the confined students got work and practice while Umbridge was occupied elsewhere. It was only a matter of time before more students were confined, however, and the school was shut down to everyone but her favored students. It was happening slowly, most of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were now confined. Heck, the first three years of Gryffindor were confined, the first two years of Hufflepuff. Half of the Ravenclaw second years were confined after they tried to plead for their friends to return to class. It was idiotic. The intense training implemented by Dante was tiring out students, but also giving them something to work for since the classes were so small now that most of the time, all the teachers were in the same rooms to encourage student growth with Dante. Even Snape seemed more and more fed up with the lack of students in his class.
"What is the point of me being paid to teach at this school, when there are no students to teach?" He had stated, having been lectured by Dante enough that he finally got over his grudges and began actually teaching.
Students were now seeing the man truly enjoyed his craft, but because he was a potions prodigy he just couldn't understand why others had so much difficulty or lack of respect for it. Dante had found it so amusing that the almost forty year old was grouchy due to Dumbledore and students piling things on him, plus the returned Dark Lord, the Ministry, reporters, Umbridge, and so many new factors. The castle seemed more and more desolate by the day. And, of course, there was the impending attacks of demons and Voldemort. Snape gave as much information as he could to Dante about the man and his insanity, and that the demons were still an unknown factor.
Dante found himself practically restricted to his classroom, personal rooms, the gym, and the Great Hall. He had to keep constant eye on those damn ministry creeps when they invaded his space less they wander off with anything dangerous if it left his control. (aka, certain Devil Arms and some other demonic artifacts). Theo practiced with Poseidon late into the night, with Nevan and Harry across the room working on his abilities. Blaise and Draco continuously sparred into late hours as well, and Daphne often stopped in to practice dismantling, cleaning, and assembling her gun, as well as practicing her shots and physical sparring with Dante when the girls weren't there.
When Nero's group returned, Umbridge secluded them same as Dante, though Kyrie did manage to worm her way into working with Pomfrey to pick up more medical skills. Nico took the twins aside during their breaks to work with them, and Luna hung around Kyrie and Pomfrey. In all, the group had expanded and seemed it would be much more successful in the going future. If only they could knock Umbridge out of power, but that was a political play Dante had no ability to take on. At least his book was circulating still due to the twins' connections to people on the outside and inside of Hogwarts. Those two were also planning something big for the end of the year, just after the last exam, Demonology.
Yet, they wouldn't tell anyone what exactly they were planning. Whatever it was, it promised to be good.
